I shot Prinzenbad in 1993. Five years earlier, my family and I had taken a trip to Budapest. We stayed at the Hotel Gellért, which is famous for its grand baths. Men and women visit separate sections of the baths. The water is heated to as much as 38 degrees Celsius. The men wear nothing but a small loincloth and it takes a while to get used to seeing the almost naked bodies. Once you get over your initial shame, you notice that the men in the baths talk about business, personal things, friendships, enemies, about women, and about which of them will win the lottery next weekend. It’s a society of men that might amuse some people, but also frighten others – skin as far as the eye can see, male bodies, monstersin steaming water. On my first visit, I looked at all that from the edge of the bathing pool and wondered, “What would happen if a woman turned up here?”